Chapter 5 Vyslan
Suggested Listening: Devil Went Down to Georgia - Eurobeat Remix
I look from the curvy witch to the blond god and it feels as though a hand just grabbed me by the balls and tugged.
Fuck , I want them both.
There’s attraction simmering between the two of them. I can sense it. It’s not new, either. These are feelings that have grown and shaped over time. Which means this is more than lust. It might not be love, but it isn’t far off. Which makes me wonder, what’s kept these two apart? If they are attracted to and fit each other this well, why aren’t they together? Or have they tried that and had to walk away once already? What is their story?
I’m not invested in romance like some creatures are. I’m not altruistic enough to push these two at each other in a wholesome manner. If they get naked and fuck, it’s their own choice. I don’t use my powers unless I’m asked. I’ve been around long enough to grow bored of sex without emotion and cynical enough to think that love might be a lie. It’s part of why I chose to spend the last ten years celibate. To change things up. To see if I thought any different. If I could be a different demon. And I am.
Up until this heat , I’d been trapped in a never-ending cycle trying to find a demon or demons that fit me, to expand our lives together. But they’re all too busy hustling to become more powerful and climb the ladder. They don’t appreciate a slower life spent with a companion. They’re so influenced by human culture now. And maybe all of this is a byproduct of being an incubus. We’re sought after for our sexual prowess and nothing else. I want the one thing I’m not wired to have. A partner.
There are very few demons on my level that were not created or born as archdemons. The power I’ve amassed really wasn’t worth the blood spilled. In many aspects, I think my life would be simpler were I a less influential demon. If I hadn’t found myself at crucial moments in our history that resulted in an overall power gain.
I clap my hands and the two of them jump, turning wide eyes on me. “Your offers are deeply appreciated. However, I’m not getting down-to-fuck vibes from either of you. And I have a strong policy that I don’t fuck if it isn’t fun for someone. Unfortunately, I only enjoy it if you enjoy it, so this isn’t working.”
Gracie looks from me to the blond god quickly, as if she can pretend she didn’t just eye-fuck him.
He must think he’s out of the running. Or, he’s sidelined himself because of something or someone else in her life.
She shakes her head as if banishing some rogue thought.
Maybe wondering what he looks like naked? Or am I the only pervert here? Those basketball shorts don’t hide much. I wonder if he’s a grower, though with that length flaccid and his strength, I’m sure he can perform just fine.
“Okay.” She takes a deep breath. “One thing at a time. Why don’t we go upstairs? I can finish Ezra’s potion, update the girls, and… Yeah.”
I rub my hands together. “Sounds great to me. Do you want to do the honors, or should I?”
Gracie crouches in front of me and sprays the edge of the pentacle. The actual shape has no power over me, but the magic in it does. I could break out, but it would be annoying and potentially harm the house. Not to mention there would be a mess. And I rather like this witch. She took one look at the situation, understood what was going on, and was decisive in her actions. She’s got some spunk in her and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to myself that I very much want to see if we’d be a fit. The idea of her bouncing on my cock with those tits jiggling and that dark cape of hair spread out around her…
Yeah, I might just nut into this blanket if I don’t redirect my thoughts.
Gracie straightens and turns toward the stairs. “There. Come on. But let me go first, otherwise Poppy might break something trying to get away.”
“Not a fan of demons?”
“It’s…” Gracie cringes and glances back at me. “It’s not my story to tell, and I’m pretty sure I don’t know the whole thing.”
“Ah.” I nod slowly. “Well, just tell me when the coast is clear. Ezra? Coming?”
“Uh…” The blonde guy looks from Gracie to me and back again on repeat before finally saying, “Sure.”
“Why don’t you go first?” I suggest.
The stairs are contained in a brick chute. I eye the small space, but I can’t be that big, can I?
I step on the lowest stair and ram my forehead into the support beam braced over the door.
“Ah, fuck.” I hiss and rub the aching spot.
Okay, so maybe I grew.
The more power we amass, the bigger our forms become, so they’re better equipped to contain that power. This is a smaller version of my true form and the more versatile version.
This time I hunch my head low and slowly take the first stair.
Not so bad.
When I take the second step, my horns knock against either side of the brick. My feet keep going up, but my head remains where it is. And that’s how I end up sprawled on the concrete floor, staring at the ceiling.
Ezra comes back down while I lie there and partway down he just stops. “Er, you okay there, bud?”
“Contemplating my life and why I made the choices I did.” I push up and jump to my feet.
Ezra glances away immediately. I look down at the blanket still on the ground.
“This isn’t working, is it?” I ask.
Ezra’s voice is tight and high, just like his chin. “Uh. Um. What exactly?”
“It’s just a dick, mate. You can look. It’s happy if you look.”
“Sorry, I can’t.”
I lean a shoulder against the brick. We’re eye level currently with him on the stairs. “If you aren’t interested in dick, why’d you offer to fuck me?”
His neck and ears flush red and I can’t help but grin while he stutters and stammers.
Humans aren’t capable of hiding their sexual desires from an incubus. What I really want from Ezra is a measure of honesty. This isn’t going to work if we don’t trust each other. And I’m not heartless. I might not play matchmaker, but if I leave these two in a better place than when I found him, then I did my good deed instead of a terrible one.
I crook my finger at him. “Come here. I’m going to tell you a secret, but I’ve got to whisper it. Witches are tricky.”
“Gracie isn’t like that.” Ezra’s blue gaze narrows. He’s right to be suspicious. But curiosity wins out, and he descends three more stairs, so we’re almost chest-to-chest.
I lean in and whisper, “I know you’re in love with her. Just like I know seeing my cock turns you on.”
He jerks back and gapes at me.
I shrug. “Incubus powers.”
He groans and rubs his flaming face. “Fuck.”
“Going to fill me in on what’s really going on?”
He peers through his fingers at me, then over his drooping shoulder. “She was with someone before I met her. He disappeared. Has been gone for the last six months, then showed up today. No idea why. She didn’t let him get a single word out, just broke things off.” He seems worried. Tortured even as he shakes his head. “I’m not sure this is a good idea for her. She’s got a lot to deal with, dude.”
“Ah. Now things make sense.” I clap him on the shoulder. This I can work with. Besides, humans have that saying about how the best way to get over someone is to get under someone new. It’s an adage I can agree with in the right circumstances. If Gracie has been denying herself, then she’s starving. And I am a demon uniquely suited to feeding that need.
Ezra gestures behind me. “We can go around the house.”
“Nah, I can do one better.” I grin at him. “Brunette’s your thing? You like them dark?”
“Uh, what?”
“Hair.” I smack his chest and he sits down on the stair. Oopse. Guess I did get stronger. “Keep up. Sorry about that.”
But Ezra just stares at me, so I decide dark hair is the way to go.
“How’d this go again?” I mutter and stare at my hands. “It’s been a while since I did this, but…”
Closing my eyes, I begin to twine my power around me. Shifting shapes is something lesser demons do to blend in. I don’t have to at my level, so I’m out of practice. The wards around my home are enough to deter any eager human summons. But the companion I secured had their own concerns, so I’d taken some off-line to accommodate them. And that’s how I wound up here.
Huh. I wonder if that was intentional? Was all of this planned out? By that dumbass, the sweet witch called Russ?
Yeah, fucking right. That idiot doesn’t have two brain cells to rub together.
My stomach lurches and my head spins. I take that as a good sign and keep working, developing the human version of myself in my head. I leave my features as they are, focusing mostly on size and coloring, so the humans aren’t as alarmed by my presence. The biggest difference is the loss of heat. It’s fucking cold in the cellar once my hellfire is gone.
I open my eyes to find Ezra is still frozen, sitting on the stairs. His eyes look like they’re about to slide off his face. And are those fangs peeking out? I’ve gotten a distinctly not-human vibe from him, but it’s been hard to place. I would have thought I’d recognize a vamp.
“How do I look? Is the nose in the right place? Are my eyebrows uneven? Funny things eyebrows. Why do you think humans have them? Just a random strip of hair on the face.
Ezra makes a guttural noise and his eyes track down my body, growing wider while his jaw drops. So he likes what he sees. That’s good.
I grab the blanket and wrap it around myself.
“Hey.” Gracie shouts down the stairs. “What’s taking so long?”
“On our way up, darling,” I call out and grab Ezra’s hand to haul him to his feet.
It isn’t until Ezra is standing that he shakes himself and turns. Every few steps, he looks back at me.
“You’re making me self-conscious, mate. What’d I get wrong?” I ask in a low voice.
“Nothing,” he mutters.
Ah.
I grin at his back as we climb up to the home proper and step out into a cozy space I can already see myself sprawled out in. I could make one hell of a curry in this kitchen. Maybe I’ll make some with the witch’s permission after I’ve fucked their brains out. Everyone likes a considerate guest and I am an excellent dishwasher. There’s something about the routine of handwashing dishes that’s always been soothing.
Gracie blinks at me when I enter, her eyes glued to my face.
“Is it weird? Should I go back?” I ask her.
“Yes, it’s weird. But not a bad-weird. I didn’t know you were going to do that.” She turns to survey the kitchen. “Where the hell was I? What the fuck was I doing?”
“Gracie?” Ezra looks from me to her. “Um, about the potion?”
“You have to take it in the next few hours. This can’t wait.” She’s already drying a small cauldron by the sink. It’s really the cutest little thing. Wonder if I can get one before I go home?
“Yes, but can we talk about it?”
She whirls. “What’s wrong? Is it not working?”
“I haven’t been taking it,” he blurts out.
I don’t know what potion it is or why he needs to take it, but I am hooked and need to know more. I edge over to my right and perch on a barstool as silently as possible, then prop my chin on my hands.
Gracie blows out a long breath, braces her hands on the kitchen counter, then stares at Ezra with an intensity that would bring a weak man to his knees. Even my asshole puckers a bit. I like this one. Ezra has good taste. She’d be much better off with someone as thoughtful as him in her corner.
“Since when?” she asks.
“I, um…”
I tilt my head and squint at Ezra. “What are you?”
He looks at me like he forgot my presence. “Well… I guess I was a vampire thrall, but I’m not so sure anymore.”
I wave my hand through his aura, enjoying the way the vibrant colors move. It means he’s open to change. New things. New relationships. People likely gravitate to him. “You don’t smell like a vamp, and your energy is completely different.”
There’s a tense silence as Gracie and Ezra stare at each other. When he doesn’t speak, she begins to. But never looks away from Ezra, which only serves to amp up the tension in the room.
“A year ago, something was trying to break into the house. It got past the wards. We thought the blood covered corpse was a summons gone wrong. The house sits on a nexus of energy, which makes summoning here more effective. The house itself might have come through from somewhere else for all we know. There’s no actual record of it having been built.”
“Sorry.” I hold up my hand and speak quickly, “Is that something you want confirmed, or are you happier not knowing?”
Her brows draw down, and she glances at me for a split second. “Can we put a pin in that and come back to it later?”
“Of course. Sorry for interrupting.”
“That shambling corpse was Ezra. His vampire sire bit him and left him alone to go through the turning process. Once we figured out what had happened to him, I created a potion to break the sire bond. At least, that’s what I was trying to make. It didn’t go exactly right and our working theory has been that Ezra has to take it weekly or his sire’s control will bleed back in. So I’m extra surprised to find out that you haven’t been taking it. How certain are you that you’re fine and your sire isn’t waiting for an opportune moment to seize control and… I don’t know. Kill Briella, Poppy, and I?”
“I don’t know, Gracie. I… I didn’t think of it like that. I’m sorry.” The poor guy looks like a kicked puppy. “I got jumped on my way home a few weeks ago. They broke the potion, so I missed a dose. I didn’t want to tell you because I knew you’d be stressed about it. But then his voice didn’t come back, and I was wondering, what if I’m fine? What if… What if you did something else? What if I’m… What if I’m not a thrall anymore? What if I’m something else?”
“Wait. Hold up. You were attacked? “ she shrieks.
Ezra’s eyes go wide and his hands come up like he might hug her, but he holds off. “Sh. Gracie. It’s okay. I’m fine. I’m stronger than they are. I… Imasstrongasafullbloodedvamp.”
“I’m sorry. What was that?” Gracie asks slowly, though I’m pretty sure we all understood him just fine.
Ezra hangs his head. “There was a vampire waiting for me today when I got home. At least, I think he’s a full-blooded vamp. I don’t really know what he wanted. I… Um. I kind of beat his ass. It was just… Weird. Gracie. I’m so sorry . I just didn’t want to worry you. And this is my mess . Not yours.”
They stare at each other while this revelation sinks in.
Vampires sometimes choose to relocate to our world. It’s friendlier toward their kind, so I know enough about vampires and their progeny to grasp what Ezra is saying. And what he hasn’t. Maybe what neither of them has realized.
Gracie has accomplished something amazing. She’s even more interesting than I realized. And she’s going to be in danger. Once vampires catch wind of what’s happened, they’ll be coming after her to silence or stop her. No vampire wants their thralls taken away from them because thralls do all of a vampire’s dirty work.
“I need to sit down,” she mutters.
Instead, she opens the refrigerator and grabs out what looks like a crock of butter. But when she lifts the lid off, it’s a very green, herb looking chunk of butter.
“Vyslan, have you ever had witchweed before?” Gracie asks.
That gets my interest.
“Not for a very long time.” I lean over the dish and inhale. “Is that what this is?”
“Do you want jam with your toast?”
“I’ll have whatever you’re having.”
She nods once, slots three pieces of toast into a four slot toaster, then proceeds to tidy up the spell she’d been in the middle of. It’s gone sour and will stink up the place soon if not handled. I admire her quick and methodical spellcasting when it comes to dispelling the lingering magic. She’s a woman that prioritizes efficiency. She doesn’t put on airs or allow her ego to get too big. Which means she’s likely not power-hungry.
I was being honest earlier when I said she’s my type. I like my partners strong enough to kick my ass, or soft enough to tempt me to cuddle them forever. Gracie is nothing but curves. The loose clothes she’s wearing disguise most of her form, but I can tell she’s got wide hips, a luscious ass, and fantastic tits. Her coloring is darker than Ezra’s. Her light brown skin looks lickable. Like she’d be sweet. She’s gathered her long, black hair into a messy bun atop her head I’m eager to set free. And her nose. It’s the cutest fucking thing, the way it slightly turns up there at the end. And the dark flecks across her cheeks and nose perfect the look. But all that softness hides a strength I’m not sure even she recognizes. Yet.
“Are your freckles natural?” I ask.
She glances at me as the toaster pops up and a fond smile that isn’t for me spreads across her face. I sigh, just basking in that look. “No. My dad has a lot of freckles. Like, he doesn’t tan, his freckles just connect. He’s red headed and super fair. I wanted some freckles to look more like him.”
“Was it a random pattern or purposeful?”
Her smile morphs into a shy grin, and she glances away. “Intentional. Dad’s a tattoo artist. I should have mentioned that. We took a lot of pictures of his face and made a pattern based on his largest freckles. Then he made a stencil. They’ve faded a lot. I’m much darker than he is.”
“Will they fade?”
“Yeah, but Dad and I were just talking about redoing them in a few years. For people with fairer skin, they can last up to ten years. I think seven or eight is about as long as these would last, so I’m probably looking at redoing them every five to six years to keep them dark enough they’re visible.”
Asking about her father has brightened the mood a lot. It’s always hard to tell if family is a good or bad topic with humans.
My gaze travels over her bare arms. “Any other tattoos?”
She chuckles. “Not yet, no. Coven drama. The elders would complain. Tattoos are seen as a warlock thing. So beneath us witches.”
“I see. Wouldn’t want that.”
She gasps and rolls her eyes. “No, the horror.”
“Where’s dear old Dad now?” I ask.
Her smile dims, but only a tiny bit. “He moved to Las Vegas to live with his girlfriend. They’d been seeing each other long-distance for two years.” She glances at the stairs. “That’s kind of a touchy topic in this house. Briella’s aunt married him to get to me. Then when we all realized what happened, things were… Ugly.”
Ezra’s horrified face is a surprise. “What? Seriously?”
Gracie cringes. “Yeah. It’s all part of why we want to cut ties with the coven. I mean, there are a lot of reasons. That’s just one of them.”
I don’t know a lot about modern day witches, but in the old days, leaving a coven was considered grounds for an assassination attempt. Witches guard their secrets. Demons were often employed to handle eliminating a rogue witch. I have no doubt that Gracie is more than capable to stand up for herself in a battle of wits and light magic, but now I’m concerned for her safety. Perhaps I’ll find a reason to linger and learn more. It would take a powerful demon to break some of the wards I’m seeing. In theory, I could do it. One of the more combat oriented demons with lesser power would be able to, but that’s still a demon of a certain strength. And at our level, we don’t often respond well to summons or orders.
“So your father moves out and your friends moved in?” I ask to redirect the conversation.
Gracie glances at me, that one look conveying a dozen things. Relief. Thankfulness. Amusement. I think I’m wearing her down. “You’re awfully observant.”
I grin at her. “I’m awfully interested.”
And I mean it. In the span of maybe fifteen minutes, I’ve gone from just wanting to get my rocks off to curious and a little invested.
She pushes a piece of toast at me with butter and something that looks like chocolate slathered on top. Ezra takes his slice and just holds it.
Gracie wraps up dispelling the partially finished spell, then stares at the comfy couches for a moment before picking up her toast and walking toward a short hall.
“We’ll talk in my room,” she says over her shoulder.
That sounds promising.
I grin at Ezra. The poor guy looks fucking wrecked. Like Gracie just spent an hour wailing on him and he doesn’t know which way is up or down. But he doesn’t see the situation the same way I do. All he hears is the disappointment and worry in Gracie’s voice. He’s not taking into account that she’s worried about him, and that means she cares . And that is something I can work with. I can’t stay here permanently. But I think Ezra is the fierce protector she needs in her life. Though I might be projecting.
Leaning in, I squeeze his shoulder. “Eat your toast. It’s all going to be okay.”
He nods and trails after Gracie. I bring up the rear, following them both into a spacious bedroom suite. There’s a black wrought iron bed plenty large enough for all three of us with a gauze covered canopy. I rather like the silver stars, moons, and suns on the curtains. The main colors seem to be lavender and black, with some dark, polished wood thrown in here and there. Even the sofa and a pair of armchairs by the fireplace fit the color scheme with their glossy black lacquer and damask purple upholstery.
I flop down in an armchair and eat half the toast in one bite. The brown stuff on top isn’t quite chocolate, but it’s close enough that I lick my fingers once it’s gone. If this visit lasts a day or two, I’ll have to ask about procuring some to take back with me.
Ezra sits in the other armchair while Gracie sinks into the deep violet sofa and draws a fuzzy black blanket over her.
“How long ago were you turned again?” I ask to break the silence and get this topic over with.
Ezra keeps staring at the toast like it’s got life’s secrets hidden in it. “A year.”
“A year? And your sire hasn’t come for you?”
He glances at Gracie and winces. “No. No, he did.”
“What?” she shouts.
“I’m sorry, Gracie. I didn’t want to worry you.”
I reach over and nudge his elbow. “Come on, eat your toast, mate.”
He folds the toast in half, then inserts the whole thing in his mouth. His cheeks bulge like he’s a child trying to scarf his treat before someone steals it, which is such a contrast to his kicked puppy expression.
“Why’s that such a big deal?” I look from one to the other. I think I know, but I need to understand their level of comprehension. There’s got to be an underlying reason why this is such a big deal. I mean, it is. But not in the way I think they’re concerned about quite yet.
“I just… I guess I thought I messed up the potion in the beginning and…” Gracie shakes her head. “I guess it isn’t a big deal.”
I shake my head. “No. No. No. Don’t do that. Don’t brush your feelings under the rug. You’re unhappy about something.”
“Yes, but I can talk about it later. With Ezra,” she says.
“That’s not very down-to-fuck of you, is it? How’s he supposed to get a boner if he knows you’re pissed at him?”
Gracie’s wide, shocked eyes are fucking adorable.
“You’ll feel better if you say it,” I tell her.
She shifts on the sofa and picks at the fuzzy material. “ Fine . Ezra, I feel like I failed you. Like I’m a bad witch because I still haven’t figured out what went wrong. Or what I even did .”
“No. No, Gracie. No.” Ezra slides to his knees and scoots the few feet over to grip the arm of the sofa. He looks up at her with open adoration and his face creased with lines of pleading. “That’s not— no . Every time I see another thrall, I’m so fucking grateful for what you did for me. Gracie, you gave me my life back. So what if you don’t know what you did? I don’t care. What happened to me was a freak accident. Could have been anyone. You didn’t fail me. I’m the one that didn’t tell you. You’ve got enough to worry about without my crap. I just… I didn’t want to be another problem for you to deal with. You’ve got more than enough on your shoulders already. I don’t want to be a burden to you.”
“Yeah, but this is a world you knew nothing about until you were bitten. It’s not fair for you to figure things out on your own.”
“But I don’t. When I have questions, you never mind me asking. I can take care of myself, Gracie.”
I hear the implied, I can take care of you, too .
Maybe it’s wrong of me to watch this touching exchange and not leave them to sort out their feelings. There’s a good vibe to these two, and I’m greedy enough to want in on that. I think I can help them through this rough patch. Besides, if anyone’s giving the vamp a hard time, I bet I can knock some heads around. Then again, I have to wonder if, based on pure muscle strength, could the vamp pin me? Now that’s an idea…
“Hey, Ezra. How strong do you think you are?” I ask.
He sits on the carpet at Gracie’s knee with his legs crossed and blinks at me a few times. Has the witchweed already hit him?
“Um, not sure. I haven’t really tested it out,” he admits.
My vision goes wobbly around the edges and I grip the armrests of the chair. “ Fuck . That’s some good witchweed.”
Gracie brightens and smiles. Her head wobbles a little as if her neck isn’t strong enough. I think I’m not alone in enjoying the witchweed. “Right? Tell Poppy you liked it. That’ll earn you points with her. She does this special thing when she makes the butter that speeds up absorption.”
I narrow my gaze. There’s only one witch under this roof I’m interested in right now. “Hm, what are these points good for?”
She giggles, slaps her hand over her mouth, and rolls her eyes. “It’s a figure of speech.”
Meanwhile, Ezra stares off into nothing with a dazed look on his face.
I relax back into the cushions as the stress from the last few weeks leaks out of me like it was never there.
It’s unusual for an incubus to choose celibacy, but I had some things to work out. Namely, what the fuck am I doing with my existence? I’m not trying to amass power in the demonic world. I’m not particularly driven to do anything. I just want to be happy. Events out of my control put me on this path, but I’ve never bothered to get off of it or question things until now. The pending heat has had me grouchy and stressed. Not to mention the threat from other demons that want my power and would see this as an opportunity to seize it for themselves. Being in the human world greatly detracts from that risk.
With the stress eliminated, the arousal that’s been building is now at the forefront of my mind.
My limbs have that pleasant tingly feeling. In a more mellow mood I’d be tempted to stretch out on the plush rug in front of the fire and just exist while I stare at the ceiling and contemplate the universe and all the realms.
Today I am not mellow. I’m also too fucked up to think straight. One of the things I like about witchweed is how it heightens everything for me. Colors. Sensations. Desires. It’s all more vibrant. Which is one of the dangers of witchweed. It’s great in small doses or occasional use for demons. Importing it to our realm is forbidden. Anyone caught doing it is executed. And I think Gracie gave me as much as I should ever have.
The longer I stare at the pretty vampire the more of my blood pumps straight into my cock. I shift and swallow down the moan of pleasure from the soft fabric sliding against my sensitive flesh. Gracie and Ezra are beginning to feel the effects of the drug, too. It’s like when you’re in a car and take a sharp turn. Everyone’s slung to one side. That’s kind of how this feels in the moment. Our conversation was important, but now all I can think of is the way my dick is throbbing. With my heat flaring back up things are going to get painful soon.
“Hey, Ezra?”
“Yeah?”
“Did I already ask how strong you are?”
“Yeah, man. You literally just asked that. I’m strong.”
“Cool. Cool.” I lift my head and grin at him. “You know…?”
He blinks slowly as his eyes wander over my chest then down to the blanket draped over my lap and the erection that’s sprung back up. There’s really no hiding it, even in a smaller state.
Ezra grunts.
“If you wanted to pin me down and fuck me I’d let you bite me, too. You know… If you’re interested.”
Ezra goes completely still the way a predator does before they strike. I can sense and smell his arousal as if it were my own. It makes my mouth water.
Am I playing with fire?
Yes.
But I’m offering something in return. Feeding from me will be a totally different experience for him and likely make him stronger. You are what you eat, after all.
Gracie giggles. She’s slid down into a boneless version of herself swaddled by the blanket. “Want me to leave you two alone?”
“Nope.” I grin and keep staring at Ezra. His eyes are dilated, and he wavers slightly, but otherwise his attention is on me. I’m rather impressed his eyes haven’t gone black yet. Most vampires do when their fangs come out and there’s the prospect of feeding. I can practically see his nose twitching as he catches the slight shift in Gracie’s scent. Tempting him with a snack is clearly the way into the guy’s pants. And I know what he’s really hungry for. “Gracie, if you’re up for it, I want you to watch. Would you happen to have any lube?”
Gracie’s arousal is a sharp, spicy aroma. Just like her. She’s a rich study of contrasts in one beautiful package. My eyes roll back into my head as I savor the heady taste of their lust mixing together.
Damn, that’s good. Ten years of celibacy might be worth whatever happens next.
“Ezra might not be comfortable with that.” There’s this slightly off note to her voice. I think she wants to pout about it, but she’s not nearly as high on the witchweed as I am.
Or the vamp, for that matter. He’s looking a bit unsteady. Or like he’s holding himself back. And I don’t do that unless pre-negotiated. I don’t do shame and I don’t do half-measures. What’s the point? So I’m all-in here.
“Ezra?” I reach under the blanket and fist my hand. They don’t know I’m not touching myself, but the visual is enough to braid our lust together into a rope I’d quite like to tie them up with. “Why don’t you be a good boy and tell Gracie how much you’d like for her to see you fuck a big strong demon like me? Don’t you want to show her how you can take care of things ?”
There’s this one beautiful moment after the words leave my lips and the room freezes. It seems to go on for eternity. My stomach does a flip of anticipation. Gracie’s eyes are as wide as saucers. And Ezra licks his lips. It all blends together into a heady aura that only serves to fan the flames of my appetite.
Though I might have taken it a touch too far. Everyone has their limits.
Perhaps I’ve pushed him too far? I expect him to lash out verbally. He seems to be protective of Gracie, and in his current state could misconstrue my words to mean she’s incapable.
The moment Ezra’s eyes flicker to black a shiver of delight snakes down my spine. Right before the vamp launches himself at me.